“Come August’s wilt, you will praise my random flower.”
And then, just like that, it’s September,
And what happened to the pretty weeds,
The random flowers of summer? Deserts
Like southern Utah, Arizona,
Keep some of their best wayside displays
Through the crescendos of fire season,
Moonflowers, Black-eyed Susans, rabbitbrush,
When most days are still hotter than hell,
So ask ubi sunts of the woods ashed.
The difference between weed and wildflower,
As between DIY slum hovel
And charming ruin, is, as always
Location, location, location,
But also what they rarely mention
At realty conventions—the timing.
A weed shows when you hoped for something
Else, something more, while a wildflower glows
Just as you got used to less. I guess.
I’ll throw in with anything that blooms
When and where it shouldn’t, but love best
What blossoms when you said it couldn’t.